Echo

Echo 
Luna
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You’re in my debt.
I hope you stay blind.
I can’t help but think,
‘You’re a mess.’

A thinly veiled threat
Reminds me that I’m confined.
Your wants and my needs not in sync,
But the only word I can utter is yes.

You’re dependent on me
For a personality.
Your self has been erased,
Replaced.

I want to flee,
But I’m scared of your brutality.
You stared at my happiness in distaste,
So that part of me was replaced.

Is hating you wrong?
Watching you bawl,
I know you’re a mistake.

Everything I do is wrong.
I collapse to the ground and bawl.
I’m a pathetic mistake.

You’re mine.

I’m yours.
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